A long time ago I started visiting the Ivies and yesterday checked off my last one: Princeton. It felt the most old-money 'Ivy' of all of them. The town itself was twee and fancy; Palmer Square and Nassau Inn were the über-upscale, art-gallery-dotted focal point that I'd read about and we found it interesting that at lunch even the lady with the ridiculous barking dog was told about the special specials but we were not. The campus had the requisite (ivy) trimmings but lacked a focal point to the casual Ivy-tourer. No imposing library, no central quad. There was a cool clock tower passageway whose age may have been more impressive than it's architecture and that is my Princeton memory from a perfect blue-sky Saturday:
Sunday, September 20, 2009